The Inner World is the Soul bordering on a larger Soul which is commonly called the Anima Mundi, the Otherworld. My creativity is a tribute to the eyes that blink in the heart of every smallest thing, the flowing dreams whose pulse tries to reach to us in our most meditative state. I am a French self-taught artist, and these past fifteen years I have made Norway my home. Moving to the Lofoten islands was the greatest present I ever made to myself and the Arctic landscapes are indeed a true treat for any artist’s eyes. I live with my British companion and my border collie, Loki.

My paintings, I guess, are atmospheric fairy tales. I start each of them with only the feel of the atmosphere I want to reproduce to lead me. Throughout the painting process, there is a deep interaction ongoing with the unconscious and each painting requires deep concentration in order to remain open to any suggestion coming from the unconscious. When creativity flows, there is no blank, only the urgency to catch all these shimmering treasures which are a gift from the deeper Self.

Faerie Worlds are by far my favourite muse. I can never paint enough all the mysteries they contain. Where Nature blends with Soul, there cannot be rigidity and photographic precision, only movement and a glimpse of a rainbow. It is known that faeries can only be seen from the corner of one’s eye, and so it is with my paintings, somehow incomplete, leaving space for the imagination…

I’m not sure I like glossy glazes on my bas reliefs, I think it’d work better with some matte glazes but unfortunately, most commercial matte glazes don’t inspire me. I think I know now more or less in which direction I want to go. My head is brimming with new ideas.

I have been experimenting with oils on ceramic but I’m looking forward to trying my new Amaco Opalescent glazes on the Cernunnos tiles. I also did some gilding for the first time and loved it:
Some of my Opalescent tests:

Meanwhile, here’s a troll:
She looks nice, doesn’t she?
And here’s miss Lucy in her pancake position, chilling out in the sun (her fur is so much longer now):

I dreamed I was in a big manor and it was night. It was also haunted and at midnight came a procession of creepy tricks orchestrated by the unconscious, a masterpiece of eerie horror and the supernatural. It was indeed scary but I was able to appreciate the genius behind it. Also, I knew that supernatural horror was a prelude to something else, something enchanting. And then came Loki. I was totally overwhelmed. I kneeled and talked to him “please, let it be real, please…”, I stretched out my arm towards him, hoping for the touch I longed for. And there I was, hugging him, my hands on his fur. I was so happy, so grateful for this wonderful moment. I even carried him a moment after that. And then we went to look for Lucy, I was so afraid I wouldn’t find her but there she was in the manor. I was surrounded by my two precious ones.